Page 37 of Colt

He slid the shower curtain aside, picked up a towel and wrapped it around her before lifting her and setting her on the bath mat. He grabbed another towel for himself and stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around his waist.

“I’m starving,” he announced.

Chelsea laughed. “We definitely worked up an appetite. I can make sandwiches.”

“Sounds good. Let me get dressed.”

“Do you have to?” she asked with a playful flutter of her eyelashes, trying not to laugh.

“For now,” he replied with a wink.

“You should leave a pair of sweatpants here,” she suggested.

“Yeah, I could do that.”

“Do you happen to own a pair of gray ones?”

“Gray?” He furrowed his brow. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

She smiled. “No reason.” She walked from the bathroom to enter the bedroom.

Colt shook his head. There was no way he could understand what she was thinking. He pulled on his boxer briefs, jeans, and T-shirt before walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom, where he saw her pulling on lounge pants and a tank top. He wanted her again already.

After she finished dressing, she looked at him and grinned. He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed, staring into her eyes. He knew he had to be careful because there was no doubt in his mind that she could break his heart.

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Taking his hand, Chelsea guided him to the kitchen and gestured for him to sit. He pulled out a chair and settled down. She retrieved ingredients from the fridge to make sandwiches as she noticed Colt yawning.

“You seem exhausted,” she remarked.

“I am. Jett was out sick today, so we had to pick up the slack. Hopefully, he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Well, how about we eat our sandwiches and watch some TV before you leave? You should relax a bit before trying to drive home in such a tired state.”

“Sounds good.” He yawned again. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled.

She placed his sandwich on a plate and set it in front of him before joining him at the table. He picked up his sandwich, took a bite, and moaned.

“This must be really good or I’m hungrier than I thought.”

After they finished eating, they cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the bedroom. Chelsea watched as Colt walked toward the bed, looking utterly exhausted.

“You’ll be more comfortable if you take off your jeans,” she suggested.

He looked at her skeptically. “Are you trying to get me out of my pants?”

“Is it working?”

Colt chuckled. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d show you.”

“Lie down, Colt. I’ll find us a movie.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned as he stood up, removed his jeans and shirt but left his boxer briefs on, then lay down on the bed.

As she flipped through the channels, she glanced at Colt to see him with his eyes closed and she knew he was asleep. He looked so relaxed that she hated to disturb him until after he rested a while.

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